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Archive for January 27th, 2005
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Sunday Morning in the Driveway
I found him down at the riverbank. Larry had disappeared on Thursday. No one had heard from him for three days. Found him down there shivering in the early October morning frost. Laying under a rotting log.
We stopped as we walked up the driveway, and Malcolm had come bounding out the front door. She checked herself at the top of the steps when she saw us, put her hands up to her mouth so that the dishtowel she was holding looked like some crazy vomit caught in suspended animation, flapping there in the wind.
